Playing with the Faeries

Playing with the Faeries

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Thoughts from Spirit-8/14/13

Thoughts from Spirit

Owl spreads his wings

Holds them to the sky

Says fly little one fly

He stands before the

Tree of sacred wood

The tree whispers

It’s in your blood

The tree shares much

The knowledge of the Olde

Flows through her veins

As a bright light blazes

Within her soul

The runes speak in song

Images flash in her mind’s eye

The learning has begun

Hold fast to the sun

Fly on the wind

The journey will now begin